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"My Lord-"

"You may call me Tom, Harish," purred Tom, amused at the teenager who was flushed to the tips of his ears.

He'd simply been showing the boy proper dueling and the stances that would ensure a stronger hold on certain spells. Sometimes the strength of a spell could knock someone off their feet, be it their own spell or someone else's.

And if his hands brushed against the boy's hips a little too much, it was nothing to sneeze at.

"My lord, I don't think we should be doing this," commented the boy. "I don't think you do this with all of your other followers, and I don't want to deal with the jealousy of any others if they were to find out about this. And I certainly don't want my father to overreact and come to the wrong conclusion."

Tom couldn't help but smirk because Harish was so much like Hadrian and Haraldr and yet so different at the same time. Haraldr seemed to be very nurturing, whereas Hadrian was more knowledgeable and knew how to use that knowledge to his own benefit. So it seemed that his best friend was reincarnated into different temperaments like the Hogwarts houses. Hadrian was a Ravenclaw, Haraldr was a Hufflepuff, and Harish was a Slytherin. Any or all of them originally showed Slytherin qualities, and Harish was the only one who actually was a snake.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, we know what is going on and should your father attempt to lay a hand on you without just cause, I have no issue and teaching him a lesson he'll never forget."

Harish's green eyes flashed with an unknown emotion, but the boy eventually nodded. "As you say, my lord."

Tom felt so proud of his little apprentice. Harish had come a long way in such a short amount of time. Nearly three years, and he was no doubt the best Death Eater Tom had. And Tom was extremely proud of him and the great lengths they had gone through together.

Harish came to him when he had problems. He wanted to know what Tom's opinion on anything was. Wanted him to be proud of him. But he was also very honest, and did not hold back in speaking his mind. Sometimes Tom did or said things that Harish thought were kind of stupid. And while he had thought he would be tortured in the beginning for being so blunt, he quickly learned that Tom let him get away with things and nobody else got away with.

At first he had said he thought it was an apprentice/tutor sort of connection between them, but eventually their friendly glances and fun tutoring changed.

Harish had noticed that Tom looked at him a certain way. Tom had not realized that he was looking at Harishin any sort of way, and had been fearful when confronted with questions over it. But he relinquished the information he knew and carefully told Harish who he was and why he was so important to Tom.

The young man had been skeptical of course, but after reading through the books Tom provided and seeing the two photographs of Tom's former friends, he was agreeable. Especially since he looked exactly like both of them but with a different hair style.

"You won't confuse me with them?" he had asked, sounding worried.

"You are all different people despite your similarities. Different likes and dislikes. Temperaments. Houses. While it's true that I became attached for selfish reasons, I wouldn't dream of treating you the same as Haraldr or Hadrian. You are your own person and the soul inside you is yours now."

Harish smiled then and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lord's lips. "Then I guess I could allow myself to return your affections, my lord."

"Tom," the older wizards insisted. "Call me Tom, Harish."

The wedding between Harish Hamish Flint and Tom Marvolo Riddle was a small affair, neither wanting to draw the attention of negative Light wizards to them. The papers were filed carefully with an Imperiused officiate and the two disappeared from Britain for a while, to spend their time together.

Tom eagerly showed Harish all the places he'd traveled in his many years abroad. Albania - though not in the exact place he stashed his Horcrux - was their first stop, Tom educating the younger man on the earthen magicks deep within the soil. From there they went to Romania, where they observed the largest vampire coven in history that resided in Bran Castle. Vampire magic was always a point of interest. Tom then led them down to Tasmania to observe some of the most poisonous creatures in existence.

Harish listened to everything Tom had to say, posing questions and counter arguments that kept them up for hours, just talking about their observations and the possibilities both saw.

Tom hadn't had such fun since Haraldr and he spent Christmas at the Leaky Cauldron all those years ago. It was nice to know that he could still have a good time that had nothing to do with torturing unsuspecting fools or followers.

Upon Harish's suggestion, they visited Burma, Peru, and Nepal.

Harish acquired a White Bengal Tiger cub in Nepal, and Tom had picked up a Pyper - Viper/python mix - in Peru. Their returned to Great Britain was met with low fanfare and joyous greeting.

Tom was finally happy again.

It was the year 1970 and several of his followers had children going into Hogwarts. Voldemort was making plans and with Abraxas swindling his way into the Minister's pocket, they were moving forward at a rapid pace.

Within two years, Voldemort would begin the War on Great Britain, where he'd start taking over the Ministry and infiltrating Hogwarts. With so many young children with such promising futures wanting to serve him, within ten to twenty years he'd have mass numbers of followers in high positions in the government and in educational facilities.

It was all going according to plan.

His beloved was currently the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic herself and he couldn't have been more proud.

Harish knew what to do and he did his job well. There was never anything to worry about. Especially since the woman did not like Albus Dumbledore and refused to listen to his 'advice'. As a former Ravenclaw alumni, Bagnold was smart enough to not listen to a senile old man simply because he defeated a Dark Lord in the past. Though she still wasn't too bright if she willingly released information to a Junior worker under her leadership.

Yet it all aided Voldemort's cause in the end, so he didn't care if she continued to tell Harish her secrets.

"Love, are you ever going to come to bed?" asked Harish, wrapping his arms around Voldemort's shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Voldemort card in his fingers through his beloved's hair and give a peaceful sigh. "Let's get to bed then."

Harris stared at the leather bound book in his hands. It was black and accented with gold markers around the edges. On the back was engraved, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Tom had given him this book so that whenever he went out on raids or had to go on some sort of trip that Harish could not join him on, he would have some form of Tom to talk to. Even though the Tom in the diary was very verbose and a little cocksure, Harish cared about him just as much as he cared for his own Tom.

As his husband had been looking into spells that would allow Harish to be immortal, Harish was looking in the spells that would allow his next reincarnation to remember their past lives. With a war on the horizon, the young man constantly worried about whether or not he or Tom we're going to be hurt. As Tom was the one with immortality protecting him, Harish was the one that was in constant danger. However, he was not willing to mutilate his soul simply to be immortal. So what he needed was a spell that would allow his next self to remember all of his former lives. That way, Tom would always have a form of him throughout his existence and it would always be the same person because all the personalities would be together.

The diary provided much information and extended new lines of thinking that he hadn't even thought possible. But with these various ideas in mind he was able to search Slytherin's library to find the books he needed.

Blood Magick was a very dark subject and not many people had the power to go to such lengths. But as Hadrian Jameson had vowed to remain with Tom forever he had enacted a very strong blood ritual for reincarnation. And if each and every incarnation after him managed to make the same vow and was actually found worthy in the eyes of magic to complete the vow, then that meant that Harish and his future incarnations would also have the power to do Blood Magick.

There were only two books available, but he studied them from first to last page. He memorized the contents within them. He did everything he could to make sure that he understood what he was reading, including looking up tomes from different time periods. There had to be a ritual of some sort that would make every incarnation that came after him remember everything they needed to. And if there wasn't one that existed yet, he was going to make one.

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